Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Senegal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fear to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.